‘Which flower do you like the most? ',he asked.
Begonia, tulip, jasmine, but roses have my heart most
‘What flower do you like the most? ', she countered
He produced one from his pocket
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Tears of sorrow but no regrets
An ocean of memories you cannot forget
The rise of sun gives me hope
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I am a book lover and this has brought me to writing. The growing world of differences is reverberating the same cycle of aloofness, lack of center and chaos; as the world experienced after the World Wars. The only difference is that now the individual is at war with himself and the challenging and ever changing chaotic circumstances. So, the sensibility of delicate emotions like love and kindness is now at the margin of humanitarian concern. Therefore, writing for me is not only a catharsis but a little effort to stop this flame of love and kindness from its complete death.)
Love Story
‘Which flower do you like the most? ',he asked.
Begonia, tulip, jasmine, but roses have my heart most
‘What flower do you like the most? ', she countered
He produced one from his pocket
A velvet red rose and tucked it in her ear
Looked into her eyes and said,
‘YOU'!